After saying those words, Gu Chengyu turned to leave. "Chengyu!" Madam Gu called out to him. Gu Chengyu stopped, but did not turn around. Madam Gu looked at his tall, straight back, took a deep breath, and said in a complicated tone, "Since you like her so much now and are determined to protect her, then you should think more about her and pay more attention to her." She took a document from the drawer of the coffee table and gently placed it on the table. "How long can a man's affection last? Who can guarantee it will remain unchanged for a lifetime?" Madam Gu's voice was tinged with emotion. "You like her now, pamper her, think she's perfect in every way, but what about later?" "What if one day your affection fades, or she no longer pleases you as she does now? What will happen to her, a helpless orphan?" She paused, looking at her son's slightly tense back, and continued, "You can't guarantee you'll like her forever, so while you still like her, sincerely plan for her future, pave a smooth path for her, so that even without you, she can stand on her own two feet and not be trampled on." "Otherwise, your father or I could easily control her future." Gu Chengyu slowly turned around, looking at his mother, then his gaze fell on the document on the coffee table. The cover read: Artist Management Contract. He walked over, picked up the contract, and quickly flipped through it. The more he read, the more gloomy his face became, and the atmosphere around him grew increasingly oppressive. This was simply an extremely exploitative and unequal treaty! "What's going on?" He slammed the contract shut, his voice icy. His first thought was that his mother had interfered? Meeting his questioning gaze, Madam Gu shook her head: "I didn't make her sign it." "When I sent someone to investigate Su Qianqian, they saw the electronic version, and later I got this original from the Shen family." "She should have already known you when she signed this contract?" "What, you still don't know? That means she doesn't trust you enough..." She looked at her son's extremely ugly face, somewhat satisfied; it was a small revenge for his earlier distrust. Madam Gu didn't look at her son again, turning and gracefully going upstairs, thinking that in this respect, he was far inferior to his father, Gu Zhenting. You see, before Gu Zhenting sided with his father and did those absurd things, he had already prepared an escape route for her. Although she didn't get shares in the Gu family, the cash flow she received each month far exceeded what outsiders imagined. After Madam Gu went upstairs, Gu Chengyu stood alone in the living room, his hand tightly gripping the contract, his knuckles clenched. Anger churned in his chest. He wasn't angry at his mother, but at himself! He was angry at his own negligence! They'd been together for so long, and he'd never even bothered to check what kind of contract she'd signed. What angered him even more was who? Who dared to make her sign something like this? He took out his phone and dialed Assistant Zhao's number: "Investigate immediately! Qianqian signed an artist contract. Who drafted it? Who pressured her to sign it? Who handled everything?" He hung up and walked straight out of the Gu family home. He had only one thought: he had to go back and ask that girl why she signed such a thing? Why didn't she tell him about this injustice? Did she really think he was so unreliable?